Hello everyone..πŸ™‹

With February almost closingΒ  in and meΒ ranting away about louubbhhh (that’s Love for you, Pardon my crankiness) for the past few weeks..Literally bludgeoning it..πŸ”¨πŸ”¨ha ha ha no no not sour grapes πŸ‡ again..since we talking about sourness lets talk of sour Oranges 🍊🍊..

A heartfelt story I received, so thought why not include it in my Sunday Gyaans..Yup I amΒ back to being the positive energy bearer..( Tell me about it…Eekksss after watching Deadpool my humor quotient sucks..πŸ™ˆ )

Anyways so here’s a sweet story about Sour oranges.. 🍊

Sweetness of Sour Oranges

He often bought oranges from an old lady..πŸ‘΅
After they were weighed, paid for and put in his bag, he would always pick one from his bag, peel it, put a segment in his mouth, complain it’s sour and pass on the orange to the seller..

The old lady would put one segment in her mouth and retort, “Why, it’s sweet,” but by then he was gone with his bag.

His wife, always with him, asked, “The oranges are always sweet, then why this drama every time?”

He smiled, “The old mother sells sweet oranges but never eats them herself. This way I get her to eat one, without losing her money. That’s all.”

The vegetable seller next to the old lady, saw this everyday.
She chided, “Every time this man fusses over your oranges, and I see that you always weigh a few extra for him. Why?”

The old lady smiled, “I know he does this to feed me an orange, only, he thinks I don’t understand. I never weigh extra. His love tilts the scale slightly every time.”

Life’s joys are in these sweet little gestures of love and respect for our fellow beings..


Esshh wish I could imply and follow this in my everyday life..πŸ˜’
I am learning ..What about you??

And as I keep reminding myself, Charity and goodwill begins at home, So I better be good to people around me than trying to bring about a drastic change in the society..😌

Have a great week ahead everyone..
UntilΒ  next time,
Do good..Be good..❣